The backstory

The Hero's story sometimes are from humble beginnings or already within the incredible power they needed to control, ironically, this Hero's story starts rather unlucky. Starting from the unknown location of his mother and his father falling into a spirally habit of drugs as they went from town to town to get supplies. He never had a home, having always been on the road with his father as he was running from people and the debts he owes. At times he would gamble for cash, never really gaining any more than a few hundred bucks but that was enough to live off for the two of them till the first time Jackson had gambled. It was a wash the first time but the second time, he had gotten the idea of how to play FAST! Soon he was accused of cheating and kicked from the table but a older woman gave him a wink and threw a few chips his way telling him to 'keep it up, you might be something great' which was the first time he had gotten any sorta affection from a woman other than those weird ladies his father brought home and he kept those words close to his heart.

In hind sight, Jackson wished he had gotten her name but it didn't matter as he grew older he grew to hone his skills just as father before him. Always on the move, his father had decided to settle down in Las Vegas, all where the story had began. His father had began to get a normal job, trying to pay off his debts one place at a time. Hell, his dad had started to kick the drugs to the side wanting to to be a better father for him. Most of their money went to people he owed, with enough to survive or for Jackson to double it with his...completely legal gambling with totally not shady people. Jackson had been around 13 about this time but the underground gambling arenas didn't care. They cared about money, and that is all that mattered. Around this time Jackson had made some friends, some enemies, hell got himself a little sweet heart with his silver tongue he grew over the years. All in all, he felt good...till that night.

The weirdest thing happened, a storm rolled across Nevada region with the winds and rains breaking branches. The howls of the winds almost hurt the Young Demi-god's ears as he ran home with just enough to finally finish off their rent and had dinner in his backpack. He had been so happy, everything was coming up Jackson! He had walked into his home seeing the power down. Damn storm! Ah well, they had candles for a reason.

That was when his 'ADHD' had kicked in and he moved to the side with his yellow eyes watching a shadow towards him, stumbling towards the door for a moment before looking back showing two silver orbs before running out with a laugh. A sense of dread washed over the young son of Tyche and he ran towards the area the shadow had ran away from only to find his old man there, dead with what seemed like a shotgun in one hand and a hole in his stomach. It wasn't long after the storm had stopped and the police had came barging in, having had reports of a gun shot and found both of them.

That day it's self scarred the young Demi-god, watching the police check his father only to shake their head trying to speak low about what to do with him. He was standing there! Why not speak to him! He wasn't a child..he just lost his only family! Seeing as they weren't the ones who would help him, he ran. He ran as fast as he could, breaking new speeds till he was out of the city. he didn't even remember stopping or passing out but he woke up afterwards to the morning sun beating down on him.  That was also the day his powers awoke, just for a moment, the the city it was called 'The Most Unlucky Day'.  That had also been the day his scent had increased, alerting monsters to himself but it didn't matter at that point. Jackson had taken upon himself to continue his father's legacy and finish those debts! Along with learning who the hell those silver eyes were! Though...he needed to learn how to fight properly. Luckily some of those underground bastards owed him a few favors

Now having been alone for 4 years did wonders for the Son of Tyche. His father's debts were all but finished, he had survived some weird ass creatures attacking him a few times, hell... he lives on his own in pin house with the money he had gained from his years of gambling. Sure he had his bad days but his good days out weighted those. Though visions in his sleep have been waking him of his pin being on fire, the world around him being pitch black and the screams of people below echoing through out the walls. he didn't know what to do but get out of this place, it's about time he moved on anyway. The people around him were growing restless again anyway. The final night of having those nightmares, the Son of Tyche had took his earnings, belongings, and motorbike an left the place of his origin. Something was pulling him towards a area and he figured it would be better to follow his gut or be gutted!